The Idea of Camping….Part One

By Holly Giles | Florida

 The anticipation of cooler days is approaching.  Our annual fall camping trips come to mind.  This past spring, we seemed to hit a camping marathon, three trips in five weeks, that left me pondering the idea versus the reality of camping trips!
Just the word “camp” sounds fun doesn’t it?  Nature hikes, trail mix,
 campfire stories and smores.
The fresh air and new places to explore.  I have never seen an advertisement
 for camping that didn’t make me want to crawl right into that photograph! 
It brings up thoughts of cozy nights in a warm sleeping bag.  
The family laughing late into the night.

 My sleeping bag is a beautiful brown flannel with happy whitetail deer 
prancing around in an enchanted looking forest.

  It beckons me to get inside it!

The reality is, the tag does not bear a warning label that 40ish-year-old women, who have birthed children, will find a pinecone and rock-laden ground to be quite offensive to their back muscles. 

Then there is the tent.  

We had to discard our tent from college days a few years ago, after a disastrous trip that involved raining inside the tent and 
the sticky goo of disintegration.

 That is all I’ll say on that trip. 

 So we now have the tent-mahal that will fit the whole clan
of kids, cousins, and grandpas if necessary!  You can see us a mile away. 
 We have gotten it down to a science, and it isn’t really that bad putting up or
 down now, it is just the teasing from fellow campers that brings the shame.

 Although, once we get our airbeds blown up and our Rubbermaid bins with necessities, I’m not sure it would fit any more than four!

Next is the necessities needed to survive 3 or 4 days in the wilderness. 

 Let me give you a visual. 

 Picture the Clampett’s truck, (The Beverly Hillbillies) but a dodge diesel, pulling a trailer with a canoe, 
kayak,  4 bicycles,  5 lawn chairs, 7 plastic bins, 2 garbage bags, 3 fishing poles,
coleman stove, fire logs, and possibly inner tubes.
Two adults and two children squeeze in there somewhere, and sometimes a large dog.

Trust me, if you have passed us on the highway, you would remember!

We are simple people really, and three-fourths of us are boys, 
so we don’t need much. Yet somehow, we end up with a ridiculous load. 
Usually, there IS civilization within a few miles
of our camps, but for some reason, we think we have to bring every morsel 
of food and “just in case” items.  And by “we” I really mean me. 

This usually stems from the item we needed on the last trip, 
but didn’t have.  Mutiny would run rampant 
through camp if we did not have marshmallows and graham crackers.  
Not every convenience store has them!

Memories, that is truly the reason that brings me back to continue camping. 
 I want to give my kids lasting memories to share with their children.

Campfire songs, wilderness sounds, family togetherness,
 canoeing stories with good friends.

 My memory has a way of forgetting almost losing my bin of clothes on the Sunshine
Parkway Bridge in Tampa, FL. Once we had to rescue my niece as her airbed was
 floating, inside the tent (the disastrous trip I mentioned earlier).
 Then there was the tropical storm and six hours
 later a 30 degree drop in temperature.

Sorry, I am digressing here.

Those are the memories we live to tell year after year. 

Yes, looking ahead to the idea of camping season, I am gearing up 
for the marathon. Pondering the adventures that lay ahead. 
 It makes me long for a nap.
 Although I am curious to find out what we will get into next…
I better start packing.

 part two

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